Sisterhood of Girl Friends

Another e-mail full of feeling from that very same friend, Sara.  I'd like to share this with all, especially my sisters and girl friends... there's not much difference between a sister and a friend!

Time passes

Life happens

Distance separates

Children grow up

Jobs come and go.  Love waxes and wanes. 

Men don't do what they're suppose to do.

Hearts break. Parents die.

Colleagues forget favors.  Careers end.

BUT

Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.  A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach.

When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.

 

Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you, or come in and carry you out. 

Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters;

Daughter-in-laws, sisters, sister-in-laws;

mothers, grandmothers, aunts, nieces, cousins,

and extended family

all bless our life!

When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead.  Nor did we know how much we would need  each other.  Every day, we need each other still.

Nice Thoughts about Becoming Old...

This was passed along, years ago, from my friend Sara. I found it a refreshing outlook on becoming old and gray and all those other adjectives that go along with getting on in years.

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I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of  myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but  looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be  messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before  they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's and 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with  abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.  They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I  eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not  break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will  never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. 

As you get older, it is easier to be positive.  You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

I like being old. It has set me free. I  like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could  have been, or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).


May our friendship never come apart especially when it's straight from the heart!